![]() ![]() She was twenty-four years old, the youngest child in a family of eight and the only daughter. “I’ve worked hard, Dad, I can do this.” She fought to put the steely determination in her voice that she often heard her oldest brother use. John Tyler was the one to convince, not his moron upstarts. She looked down the long table, directly into her father’s thoughtful expression. Merinus refused to give into his baiting. “Don’t you think this is a little bit much for you to take on, Squirt?” Caleb, editor-in-chief of the National Forum and her second oldest brother, smirked with an edge of superiority. But in this one instance, she knew she had no other choice. ![]() At five feet five inches, it was damned hard to convince the males of her family, all over six feet, that she was serious about anything. She knew she didn’t present an imposing figure. “This story is mine.” Merinus stared down her family of seven brothers as well as her father, her voice firm, her determination unwavering. ![]()
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